His and Only His (mature +18)

Ch 1: Moving On

Ever since Lucas’ harsh rejection, Jennifer couldn't help but compare every guy she met at school with him. To the despair of her two best friends, Mary and Heather, she never found any of them hot enough. Well, no surprise there. She had been hooked on him for years... it only made sense that getting over him should take years as well.

She had always looked up to him, but never as a brother. She had idolized him as Lucas, period. When she had finally noticed her rapidly growing feelings at the age of 13, there was no stopping them. He had never brought a girl home with him, but she knew he had his fair share of meaningless conquests. Still, even his whorish ways hadn't stopped her pure, soon turned lustful, feelings. The fact that he was her stepbrother was absolutely irrelevant to her. They were not blood relatives, and that was what truly mattered to her. As for the age gap, she certainly didn't mind.

Knowing he would never see her as a woman, she had kissed him at her birthday party, willingly bringing heartache upon herself, all so she could finally move on. What she felt for him was simply unhealthy. She felt too attached to him, too enamored with him, and overly vulnerable when it was nothing but a lost cause. As a result, she had welcomed his much-needed harsh words that would later fuel her determination to get over him.

Well, easier said than done, that was for sure.

That guy's eyes, although gray, weren't deep enough while that one's eyes just weren't gray at all. That jock's height wasn't quite there while that one's built wasn't there at all. Her attempts to find someone better than him were utterly and completely useless, hopeless even, and yet she carried on trying, for she knew she had to get over him. One-sided love wasn't her ideal romance. She needed to find someone else.

The real problem was, at the end of the day, it was always all about Lucas.

Nobody ever compared to him. She was sick of picturing him everywhere and finding him nowhere. Nobody made her heart race like he did. Nobody made her body sing like his soft, caring looks did – or used to, since he no longer looked at her with much affection.

It wasn't that his caring side had suddenly vanished, or his looks had changed overnight, it was just that she avoided him the best she could, and evaded eye-contact most of the time she couldn't help being around him. It was a needed self-inflicted torture to her heart, all for the greater good, so she could convince herself he no longer looked at her the same way he did before her confession.

Some time during her junior year, something clicked within her, and she finally felt like she was ready to stop comparing every guy she encountered with him. Later, that same month, a transfer student appeared in four of her classes and they soon became good friends.

His name was Jeremy. He was cute, his British accent was to die for, his eyes were a deep green and, most importantly, he was the complete opposite of her stepbrother.